Silver Moraine bhagwan, hai kahaan re tu?

He looked like he had been crying when he turned to her, and the roughness of his voice when he spoke his return greeting had confirmed her observation. Speedy studied him thoughtfully as she took a few more steps toward the sad stranger. 

He asked if she was a wanderer, and she offered him a shy smile before replying, "I am." She supposed it was obvious to pack wolves that she had no one place to call home; home was anywhere safe for her. It was a hard life sometimes, but she was happy for now. She just kind of did whatever she wanted to, which what she enjoyed the most. 

Speedy took a few more tentative steps towards the male. "I'm sorry if I...I just heard...Are you okay?" The jumble of words was soft and unsure. He didn't know her at all, and she didn't want to pry, but she couldn't help it. Her heart dictated her actions far more often than her head did, and right now, it felt for the golden eyed male.